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Fig Newton
05:15
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A little bit of self control is all I need to feed my soul for another day
The feeling in a foreign land will leave you reaching for my hand to make a getaway
Let’s dance faster than their money changes hands
Freezing fingertips don’t feel the tension in your lips when you try to speak
Far be it from me to recognize a remedy for a dripping leak
Let’s groove to the rhythm of the devil’s attitude
Don’t make no difference to him
Oh, Fig Newton’s gonna getcha
Oh, you know he’s gonna getcha
When a fork in the road just disappears in a synchronization of our fears
But we ain’t scared anymore, we ain’t scared anymore
And they do it again, they rest assured, justifying the torture we endured
But you can leave it at the door, leave it at the door
A cosmic energy will bring your mind to feel so free, baby you’re addicted
Because when you close your eyes the vision matches your disguise, baby you’re afflicted
Let’s dance faster than their money changes hands
Self-inflicted wounds will bring a masochistic mood, so just drop that knife
Tossed into the flames are all those sick and twisted games that’ll ruin your life
Let’s groove to the rhythm of the devil’s attitude
Don’t make no difference to him
Oh, Fig Newton’s gonna getcha
Oh, you know he’s gonna getcha
When a fork in the road just disappears in a synchronization of our fears
But we ain’t scared anymore, we ain’t scared anymore
And they do it again, they rest assured, justifying the torture we endured
But you can leave it at the door, leave it at the door
When a fork in the road just disappears in a synchronization of our fears
But we ain’t scared anymore, we ain’t scared anymore
And they do it again, they rest assured, justifying the torture we endured
But you can leave it at the door, leave it at the door, the door, the door
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2. |
Booty on My Mind
04:42
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I got your number, baby, and you got mine
We’ve got that chemistry, girl, our souls are intertwined
I want to feel you, honey, for the rest of my days
You just electrify me in a million different ways
Communications have been out of commission
Since the very first time you were reeling and fishing
For a complicated undertone that rivaled your beauty,
But the whole damn time I was stupefied and fixed upon your
Booty; Your body sees right through me
Pretty little thing, you’ve got that powerful swing
I’ve got your booty on my mind
Been feeling really groovy since you walked through that door
You’re looking so amazing, it leaves me wanting more
This world is so confusing, we cannot delay
Just bring that booty baby and all my troubles go away
Communications have been out of commission
Since the very first time you were reeling and fishing
For a complicated undertone that rivaled your beauty
But the whole damn time I was stupefied and fixed upon your
Booty; Your body sees right through me
Pretty little thing, you’ve got that powerful swing
I’ve got your booty on my mind
B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Booty
Your body sees right through me
Pretty little thing
You’ve got that powerful swing
I’ve got your booty on my mind
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Unsettled
04:28
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The sweet kiss of the concrete frees me
A cold stare is enough to please me
I’m scared of myself, I’m leaving this hell, set sail
She kills dreams with her highland hivemind
No way to express it in time
I’m out of control, it’s taking its toll, set sail
They don’t exist, they can’t resist, watch it go
I feel a little unsettled
Cause my story is out of my hands, all their demands become the truth
I feel a little uneasy
At the feet of a dubious man, a stick in the sand berating you
In my twisted point of view
The fantastic illusion fools us
A stone man who appears to rule us
It’s never enough, the skin is so rough, set sail
A dream state in a cryptic regime
It creeps up in my septic bloodstream
Poisons my cry, never say die, set sail
Keep it inside, nowhere to hide, watch it go
I feel a little unsettled
Cause my story is out of my hands, all their demands become the truth
I feel a little uneasy
At the feet of a dubious man, a stick in the sand berating you
In my twisted point of view
The fallacies are real to me
My mind has been erased
I’ve been taken to another place
I feel a little unsettled
Cause my story is out of my hands, all their demands become the truth
I feel a little unsettled
Cause my story is out of my hands, all their demands become the truth
I feel a little uneasy
At the feet of a dubious man, a stick in the sand berating you
I feel a little unsettled
Cause my story is out of my hands, all their demands become the truth
I feel a little uneasy
At the feet of a dubious man, a stick in the sand berating you
In my twisted point of view
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4. |
Break
04:36
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Sunrise so fine
We love in time, in time
Roll on, lay low
Lie down, move slow
I don’t see it in the forecast
But you know I’m gonna push back
And you know I’m gonna run fast
You sense another phone call
But you know I’m gonna hang up
And you know I’m gonna stand tall
And you know I’m gonna break
And you know I’m gonna break
Jet lag, my curse
Things cannot get worse, get worse
Be still, my doll
I sin, you fall, you fall
I don’t see it in the forecast
But you know I’m gonna push back
And you know I’m gonna run fast
You sense another phone call
But you know I’m gonna hang up
And you know I’m gonna stand tall
And you know I’m gonna break
I will be late
Try not to frustrate, frustrate
And you know I’m gonna break
And you know I’m gonna break
I don’t see it in the forecast
But you know I’m gonna push back
And you know I’m gonna run fast
You sense another phone call
But you know I’m gonna hang up
And you know I’m gonna stand tall
And you know I’m gonna break
And you know I’m gonna break
And you know I’m gonna break
And you know I’m gonna break
And you know I’m gonna break
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5. |
Witchcraft
06:15
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I left my keys on the corner of the counter in the kitchen today
Last night I walked out ‘cause I just found out that she put on a play
My head needs a bed ‘cause I don’t have a place to stay
She was a two-fanged, cutthroat type of dame sending me on my way
Ladies and gentlemen can I have your attention
Cause your jaws will hit the floor at the drop of a hat
Hard to believe it, but your eyes are about to see it
So without any further ado, feast your eyes on that
Oh baby, baby, baby, please
Cast a spell on me
Cast a spell on me
The space you occupy is more than I candle
Ferocious tastes in the middle of the day, do you know how to act
Your pride is on display, we hung it on the mantle
She was a two-fanged, cutthroat type of dame practicing witchcraft
Ladies and gentlemen can I have your attention
Cause your jaws will hit the floor at the drop of a hat
Hard to believe it, but your eyes are about to see it
So without any further ado, feast your eyes on that
Oh baby, baby, baby, please
Cast a spell on me
Lights out, can anybody hear me
Lights out, will anyone believe me
Ahh, Ahh
It’s all an illusion baby
It’s all an illusion, darling
Lights out, can anybody hear me
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6. |
Auburn Eyes
05:23
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What does your brain want to show you
On a plane of thought abnormal to our own
We’re all pressured to believe you
When it’s spoken with a tranquilizing tone
And my nightmares scare me just the way they should
But I hate waking up from a dream that good
‘Cause I saw her with auburn in her eyes
Captivate the world and turn it upside down
Feeling like you don’t belong
Celebrate the motion of the underground
To the tune of a different kind of song
Under the impression that we’re doomed to fall
Coming from a different point of view
Sipping on a little bit of alcohol
Just to see those eyes of auburn
Just to see those eyes of auburn
And it really makes me wonder now and then
If I’ll ever see them again
Again, again, again
If I’ll ever see them again
Again, again, again
Does your memory serve you well
Or is all you know a figment of the past
Set fire to the spirit of your cell
For a feeling that was never meant to last
And my nightmares scare me just the way they should
But I hate waking up from a dream that good
Cause I saw her with auburn in her eyes
Captivate the world and turn it upside down
Feeling like you don’t belong
Celebrate the motion of the underground
To the tune of a different kind of song
Under the impression that we’re doomed to fall
Coming from a different point of view
Sipping on a little bit of alcohol
Just to see those eyes of auburn
Just to see those eyes of auburn
And it really makes me wonder now and then
If I’ll ever see them again
Ahh, Ahh
Ahh, Ahh
Ahh, Ahh
Ohh
Captivate the world and turn it upside down
Feeling like you don’t belong
Celebrate the motion of the underground
To the tune of a different kind of song
Under the impression that we’re doomed to fall
Coming from a different point of view
Sipping on a little bit of alcohol
Just to see those eyes of auburn
Just to see those eyes of auburn
And it really makes me wonder now and then
If I’ll ever see them again
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7. |
Hypnotone
04:47
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In the cosmos a radical virtue lies beyond this dimension
In the kingdom where nothing can hurt you there’s a great deal of tension
All the giants cascading before us on the side of the mountain
Symbolizing the fall of the empire with elusive conviction
They have no sense of self
They have nobody else
When we become the drone
All rise for the Hypnotone
Far away from our strong-seated homeland, there’s a glimpse of a new phase
The alternative time-stretching agents birth a cognitive folk phrase
Calling all who believe in resistance, from the young to the ancients
Foolish tyrants who toy with consistence, they are testing our patience
They have no sense of self
They have nobody else
When we become the drone
All rise for the Hypnotone
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh yeah
Get on your feet
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8. |
The Sky is the Limit
08:02
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Holding steady now on a current unforeseen
An oasis in the sand was not what it appeared to be
When I took a drink of water, I was thirstier than before
Calling lovingly to an empty atmosphere
Knowing fully well there is nobody around to hear
But you scream at the top of your lungs anyway
Cause you know what they say
Deep down you know the answer
Count it three, two, one it’s on the tip of your tongue
She was meant to be a dancer
Till she decided it was all for fun
Deep down you know the reason
Why it all fell apart, it’s in the back of your mind
Thinking vanity was treason
I never noticed all the warning signs
They say the sky is the limit
They’ve been living in a different world than I
If we keep wasting time for a minute
We’ll be looking for a sentimental alibi
What’s a boy to do? Situations such as these
Call for more than what they can offer in expertise
They advertise the pills to clean you but you never see the change
Calling lovingly and you’ve got something in mind
So particular that it’s too difficult to find
They say patience is a virtue so you know that it will come any day
And you know what they say
Deep down you know the answer
Count it three, two, one it’s on the tip of your tongue
She was meant to be a dancer
Till she decided it was all for fun.
Deep down you know the reason
Why it all fell apart, it’s in the back of your mind
Thinking vanity was treason
I never noticed all the warning signs
They say the sky is the limit
They’ve been living in a different world than I
If we keep wasting time for a minute
We’ll be looking for a sentimental alibi
If I could rewind
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